Chapter 18 — The Stolen Heir For Thirty Years

20 Keys to the Zhou Yu Empire hung up the phone. The space in the car fell into a long silence. He leaned back, closed his eyes, tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes. I said nothing. Just quietly hold his hand. No matter who you are... the son of the Chu family or the heir to the Tran family... You are still the man I choose to stand next to. And I won't let go. A long time later, he opened his eyes. The confusion has disappeared. Instead… there was an unprecedented sharp gaze. Like a person just waking up from a long dream.

“Tieu Tinh.”

He looked at me, his voice hoarse but determined.

“Let's go home.”

“Take back… the first thing that belongs to you.”

I paused for a second. Then I understood. The war… is not over yet. It's just begun. He said... it's an old house. The place where his childhood was imprisoned is also the place where all the truth is buried. We turned around and returned to the suburbs, where the past still lay there, waiting to be called. The Chu family has not left yet. They sat on the ground in front of the gate, like shadows with their souls drained, their eyes empty and no longer able to resist. Seeing us turn around, a flash of panic flashed in their eyes. Chu Vu did not look at them. He walked straight in front of Chu Chinh Duc and held out his hand.

“House papers, and land papers.”

His voice was so cold that there was no emotion left. Chu Chinh Duc trembled and looked up at him, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard.

“What do you… do with that?”

“This house is the only relic my father left behind.”

“From beginning to end… never belonged to the Chu family.”

“Now… I take it back.”

Each sentence is like a knife that completely cuts off all relationships. Chu Chinh Duc wanted to refuse... but didn't dare. Chu Vu's momentum at this time made him completely unable to resist. Finally, he trembled and took out a bag of documents and gave it to him. Chu Vu opened it to check, his eyes paused for a few seconds and then closed. We turned and left. Behind her, Luu My Lan's cries broke out as if being torn apart.

"Chu Vu! You can't be so cruel! I'm still your mother!"

Chu Vu stopped. But don't turn back.

“Since you betrayed my father…”

“She is no longer qualified to be anyone's mother.”

The next day, we went to the airport. Welcoming a woman from Switzerland—Tran Nha. She is about fifty years old, has a noble demeanor, and has the temperament of someone standing at the pinnacle of power. Her facial features... somewhat resemble Chu Vu. When she saw him, her eyes immediately turned red. She walked over and hugged him tightly.

“You look so much like your father…”

“Let me suffer…”

Just a few short sentences... but enough to make a thirty-year-old man like Chu Vu's eyes red again. Accompanying her... was a team of lawyers. Five people, with an atmosphere like an elite army. The leader is a German lawyer named Hans, the family's senior legal advisor. In the hotel conference room, he opened before our eyes… a giant map of power. Chu Vu's biological father - Tran Canh Son - founded "Vien Son Group" in the past. Over the past thirty years, under Tran Nha's operations abroad, the group has expanded globally. It is no longer a small local company as Chu Chinh Duc still thinks. It's an empire. As for him... Just a blindfolded "representative general manager", managing a branch and thinking he was the owner. What he is proud of... is actually just the tip of the iceberg ice.

"Based on the will and trust contract of Mr. Tran Canh Son."

Hans spoke, his voice steady, each word as precise as a surgical knife.

“Mr. Chu Vu… is the only legal heir.”

“We have collected enough evidence that Chu Chinh Duc over the past thirty years has usurped positions, embezzled and illegally transferred assets.”

“We can absolutely… put him in jail.”

The whole room went silent. Chu Vu looked at the thick stack of documents in front of him and was silent for a long time. Then he raised his head.

“I don't want him to go to jail.”

All were stunned. Tran Nha frowned.

"Why? He did that to me!"

Chu Vu smiled softly. The smile was cold to the bone.

“Sending him to jail… was too easy.”

“I want him to see for himself everything he has…fall apart.”

“I want him to fall from above… there is nothing left.”

“Fall into the same hole he dug for others.”

“To spend the rest of my life… living in regret and despair.”

The room was silent. Tran Nha looked at him, her eyes flashing with satisfaction.

“It is indeed a member of the Tran family.”

“We do it the way you want.”

The plan... officially begins. First step— Convene an emergency board meeting of Far Son China region. Right at Chu Chinh Duc's company headquarters. The meeting room that day was brightly lit. Chu Chinh Duc was still sitting in the chair position, his expression enthusiastic, his voice resounding, confident as if everything still fit in the palm of his hand. He used all sorts of tricks to temporarily suppress the aftershocks from Chu Cuong's incident. In his mind, the storm has passed and the chess game has returned to its old position. Until— The meeting room door was pushed open. Not fast, not strong, but enough to cut off all breathing inside the room. Chu Vu walked in.